I was delighted by the results of my efforts, but I was also aware of how horrifying most people would consider this, and so I took a pic to share with y’all

Pictured is:

  • Half a carrot
  • Two tortillas
  • A red pepper
  • A ball of mozzarella
  • A few slices of prosciutto crudo with parmesan sprinkled on it
  • A dollop of hummus
  • 4 chives
  • 4 sheets of “crispy seasoned seaweed”
  • 2 “cheesy slices”
  • A pink lady apple
  • Apple juice
  • Freshly squeezed orange juice
  • A bottle of Starbucks frappuccino
  • An avocado
  • A coffee Renoir

I think that’s everything. I hadn’t eaten for a long time, so when coming down from my trip, I was ravenous. This is actually more nutritious than my typical meals

Edit: formatting

  • okwhateverdude@lemmy.world
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    8 days ago

    Any time I’m on psyches, my diet turns into the most balanced, healthy, normie thing it can be. I just have no desire to put anything else in my mouth. It’s weird.

    • AnarchistArtificer@slrpnk.netOP
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      8 days ago

      It’s one of the reasons why I really enjoy the occasional psychedelic trip. I find that it makes me much more present in the moment, and in my body.

      For instance, I am prone to not noticing how I feel, whether that’s pain, temperature, tiredness, etc… I need to manually check in with myself and basically ask “am I hungry right now?”, and then ponder that for a moment. Often, once I do, I am hit with sudden and extreme hunger that I am only just feeling, despite not having eaten for a long time. Or when it’s too warm, I might only notice that I’m overheating when I say something unkind due to heat making me grouchy, or when I feel like I’m about to pass out.

      When I am tripping however, responding to basic needs demands my full attention. I might suddenly feel an extremely strong instinct of “I need to be warmer, and I need it now” — and because I am a responsible tripper, there is usually an assortment of warm cozy things to hand, should I need them. Sometimes what I notice is more vague, like “my temperature needs to change right now, because it is not right”, and I am not sure whether I’m too warm or too cold. However, I can use a blanket as a litmus test for that — if I’m too warm, when applying a blanket to myself will give a viscerally strong sense of “bad”, and so I know I should open a window or get an ice pack.

      I like how decisive it makes me. I find that existing in this mode for a few hours helps me to live a bit more like that in the days and weeks following the trip.